You don't know how dairy farms can be
We make milk for all you folks without your thanks
You never forgave us, amusing as it was
While we meant no hard feelings
The insects, the hair balls, bacteria too
Let's just say, it adds flavor

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We all filled our milk pails just for you
We all had a drop or two to churn
We all needed utters to cling to
So we milked

I sang "Old MacDonald" in the barn
(Old MacDonald, MacDonald, MacDooooonnnnaaaaaald)
I confessed my frustrations to a friendly old cow
My farmhands they never got thanked for all their work
But I slaved, and they slaved
In the name of the Holstiens, the Guernseys and the rest,
I demand more recognition.

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We all filled our milk pails just for you
We all had a drop or two to churn
We all needed utters to cling to
So we milked

How I churned and pasteurized, and I milked again
I will suffer the consequence of this contamination
If I spit in this milk pail, will I be forgiven?.

Chorus
We all filled our milk pails just for you
We all had a drop or two to churn
We all needed utters to cling to
So we milked

We all had delusions in our head
We all thought you cared for us a bit
We had to belive in something
So we milked